In my mind every time
The questions keep swirlingThe desire to know more, explore,
And the doubts keep twirlingThe answers undisclosed
The queries unanswered are whirlingDon't feel weirded at times if I
Be jolly like a flag unfurlingOr sometimes I come at you with
My opinions like meteors hurlingBecause these unasked questions in me
At times are like darkness curlingSo I prefer to just ask and by no means I'm,
Someone who pretends to be quality sterlingSo bear me for a little while more
While I go around being a log birling#Iwillneverchange 😂
But for some people I'm still a darling 😉
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MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoetryJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...